Now here's the really odd part: I had to ask the dental hygienist to wash her hands a second time, because I could smell that she had recently had a cigarette, and it made me feel kind of nauseous. Yes. Me.
Actually, not five minutes ago I decided against sitting and eating my lunch at one of the outside tables, because the couple sitting at the next table was smoking.
I've not yet talked about The Salad Underground, and I probably won't go into depth about it in this post. Yesterday writer00 made a comment about how I'd been too busy living my life lately to spend time writing about my life, and he's right. In a nutshell, The Salad Underground is a group of Co-op people who've been getting together, having meetings, and getting educated. It's a good way to be focusing my energy.
Other stuff includes more (boring) house stuff (trying to get homeowners insurance, having to take a landlord class, blah blah blah), getting ready for Antioch reunion, being a mommy to a cat who has cancer, and, uh, my secret. For what it's worth, I'd tell you, but I know you'd yell at me (well, some of you would), and I need to decide how I feel about things before I solicit opinions from the Peanut Gallery (no offense intended).
So how are you these days?